HP's Foreign Land

They walked all the way to the office area of ​​the Police Headquarters. The witch who was in charge of the reception at the door hurriedly stood up. Hollingworth quickly made a gesture, and the witch sat back safely.

He was taken by Hollingworth to the hearth hall of the Police Headquarters, where wizards in police force wizard robes hurried through the hall, green flames flickering all around.The judge in a purple wizard robe was particularly eye-catching against the dark background. The detectives and students cast their eyes one after another. Hollingworth walked towards his goal calmly, and the little clerk Sturluson hugged him The cloth bag followed closely behind.

He thought his superiors were about to use the fireplace, but they quickly crossed the hall and came to an inconspicuous corner door.There is a protruding relief pillar on both sides of the corner door. On each pillar squats a winged monster with sharp mouth and sharp teeth. Two erected ears are as big and wide as bat ears. Candlestick for candles.

Heimdall looked back and found that the location of this door was quite hidden, and the location was very tricky. The wizards coming and going hurried past not far behind them. It seemed that no one paid attention to it. At least the police came several times by themselves. This is the first time I know there is a corner door in the lobby of the headquarter.

Hollingworth spoke a password in a language that Heimdall couldn't understand—maybe it was French, maybe not—and the two monsters on the pillars opened their mouths wide, and sprayed out a string of strange-colored what appeared to be Something on fire lit the candlestick in his arms.

The corner door opened silently, revealing a section of the black hole's interior. Although there were no special environmental effects, Heimdall, who was looking through the door, felt a sinister air rushing towards his face.

A group of yellow-green lights flashed away, followed by a large piece of smog-like flexible light, like a burning grassland in the dark, overwhelmingly lit up, like a vast ocean of will-o'-the-wisps.Heimdall was startled, and couldn't help but took a step back, but when he looked closely, there was nothing but the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

Hollingworth didn't say anything about his strange behavior, and ordered before entering the door, "Eat a piece of chocolate."

Heimdall stuffed a piece of hot chocolate into his mouth, as if he had placed a heat source in his mouth, continuously delivering heat.Heimdall sighed comfortably, and his back that was stiff with chills relaxed a little.

"Don't rush to swallow chocolate and sugar, they last longer in your mouth."

Heimdall nodded, followed behind his boss, bent down and got into the open door.

The corner door closed behind them, and the blinding darkness lasted for a second, and the next second, Hollingworth ignited the fluorescent flash.

With the help of fluorescent lights, Heimdall vaguely saw that this was a fully enclosed passage built of bricks and stones. The temperature inside the passage was much lower than outside, and his skin exposed to the air felt chilly. Clenched fist.

"Try not to use magic. The residents here have some resistance to magic. What may happen." Hollingworth walked forward.

Heimdall dared not ask "the people here" and "what will happen", although he would like to know.He bit his tongue and followed.

This passage was longer than expected, and Heimdall took out his pocket watch to check the time, making sure that he had already walked for ten minutes.The passages were all the same cold bricks, and Heimdall looked at them, and they looked back with the same eyes.On the way, at intervals, you can see a doorway with arches. These arches are in various shapes, including plant heads, animals, or unknown monsters, which seem to be left in different periods.The inside of the doorway is as dark as the inside of the passage, and there are weird sounds coming from some doorways. Heimdall sincerely hopes that he has heard it wrong, because some doorways give him a strong sense of discomfort when he passes by, and those strange sounds make people jump. Doorways were less uncomfortable, and he was glad he didn't have to go through them.

When he was grateful for this, Hollingworth stood still in front of a door opening, and Heimdall stared at the door with a bitter face. The discomfort this door gave him was almost the sum of the previous doors.

"Here?" He said tremblingly, noticing that his voice was a little trembling, he quickly swallowed another flame whiskey candy.

Hollingworth held up his wand and got in, Heimdall swallowed, and followed closely with a look of death on his face.

Before he could stand still, he heard a "chi la", a torch ignited spontaneously, and the entire space finally got rid of the darkness.

Heimdall burst into tears, he would rather not see it, no wonder he was so gloomy and uncomfortable, this is actually a cemetery, and the room is full of tombstones scattered all over the place.Feeling a little rough under his feet, he looked down and saw that his left foot was stepping on something like a helmet. He hurriedly stepped back and found himself standing on a tombstone that had been broken into several sections.

Sorry, I didn't step on it on purpose.Heimdall apologized vigorously in his heart, and stepped over to his boss carefully.

Rather than saying that this is a cemetery, it should be more a battlefield.Except for the crumbling tombstone, the rest are all kinds of armor and cold weapons, covered with the dust of the years, obviously lifeless, but very vividly slumped on the ground, as if they were worn by the owner just a second ago.

Heimdall's eyes moved forward, and then he was stunned. Although there was a torch to provide the light source, the lighting range was really limited. He didn't notice just now that there was actually a high-back chair in the middle of the room, which was completely different from the armor on the ground. Various armors are placed on empty chairs.Despite being covered in dust, the complexity and splendor of the armor still clearly showed the essential difference from the pile of armor on the ground.

There is a hoop-shaped thing hanging on the conical back of the high-backed chair. Because of the distance, Heimdall can’t see the exact shape. There is only a golden light shining on the top of the back of the chair with the dancing flames. .

"Basil, we need your help, if you hear it, answer me." Hollingworth raised his wand, the fluorescent light source expanded instantly, and Heimdall closed his eyes in the sudden glaring light.

After a while, he tried to open his eyes a little, and the blinding light disappeared.The armor on the high-back chair rattled, and the sound was particularly shocking in the silent space.The armor seems to be attached to the soul, and in the blink of an eye, a warrior wearing armor is sitting on a high-backed chair.

Heimdall gaped.

The heavy armor made a sharp rubbing sound again. The warrior who couldn't see his face stood up, turned around, and moved his two palms wrapped in barbed scales a few times. The warrior picked up the hoop on the back of the chair and put it on. on the head, and then he turned back.

Only then did Heimdall see clearly that it was a crown.

"Why did you wake me up?"

It was as if a dull voice from the underworld penetrated into his ears, softly, like a sigh.Heimdall endured and endured, so he didn't cover his ears with his palm.

"We need your help." Hollingworth put down his wand.

"Foreign enemy invasion?"

"No, it's been more than 50 years since the last major war, and we won it."

"It's been 50 years?"

Hollingworth nodded, "We need your strength."

"I don't fight for the living," the desolate voice of the armored warrior echoed in the space. "It wasn't agreed in the first place."

"It's not for you to fight wizards, nor to provoke a war, nor to use you to eliminate another wave of wizards."

"what is that?"

"Azkaban."

"Azkaban?"

"A wizarding prison, where the guard needs to be replaced, please lend us your power to the International Wizengamot."

The armored warrior stopped talking, as if he was reluctant. Of course, this was made up by Heimdall himself.

"You want us to be stationed in a wizard prison?" After a while, the armored warrior finally responded.

"Yes, do you agree?"

"Then ask them."

As the voice fell to the ground, armors on the ground flew into the air one by one, and quickly merged into a whole. After a while, an army composed of a group of armors was neatly arranged in front of the high-back chairs. They couldn't see their faces clearly. There was only a dark hole left in the cave. They held weapons in their hands, and there were a row of cavalry standing on the outermost sides of each side.Those horses were as black as ink and made no sound. They wore thick armor just like their owners, their eyes shone with green light, and the barbed nails on both sides of the horse's bit were sharp and thin, giving off a layer of shocking The creepy cold light.

This sudden armored army was so shocking that it approached silently and threateningly. Rao was as calm as Hollingworth, so he couldn't help taking a step back, and Heimdall hurried to follow.

Weird laughter came from the side of the high-back chair, enveloping the two living people in the space like a surround sound. Immediately afterwards, laughter also sounded in the army, one after another, one after another, the laughter continued to torment the eardrums, Even covering his ears won't help, Heimdall now knows what it's like to laugh like a ghost.

With a wave of Hollingworth's wand, he pointed at the armored warrior on the high-back chair.

"Your answer, Basil!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

"You also heard it just now, are you willing to go?" The armored warrior called Basil by Hollingworth said slowly.

The horses on both sides raised their hooves and neighed suddenly, while the rest of the warriors remained silent without even moving their arms.

"They don't seem to be willing." There was a trace of ridicule in Basil's voice.

"Since you don't want to, forget it." I didn't expect Hollingworth to be kind.

Heimdall wondered why he was so talkative all of a sudden?This leading cadre has always been sure to achieve his goal if he looks for it.

"It's much more convenient for us wizards to drive them away than your shouting and killing, and it must be more efficient than yours." Hollingworth made a gesture to leave.

The armored soldiers in the room suddenly started a commotion. They excitedly raised their sharp weapons and knocked on the shields. The clanging sound drove the horses. They stomped their hooves, snorted, and kept shaking their heads. Can't wait.

Hollingworth smiled slightly, turned around and looked at Basil who was sitting high on the chair.

"It seems that I am willing."

Basil was silent for a moment, "The guards there haven't withdrawn yet?"

"No, if you want to stay there, you must drive away the predecessor."

"Who is the predecessor?"

"I also said earlier that I won't let you fight wizards..."

"Who is it?" Basil interrupted him impatiently.

"Dementors."

The soldiers became more excited now, and their tapping movements became more frequent and louder.

They are simply a group of fighting madmen, and Heimdall can clearly feel their eagerness to try.

"When?"

Hollingworth said unhurriedly: "Don't worry, I just let you know in advance, it's not time for you to go out yet."

"Living people are trouble." Basil looked a little disappointed.

The king was also an out-and-out war madman.

Heimdall thought that this should be considered a deal, but in the blink of an eye, he "looked at each other" with the person sitting high on the chair.People obviously couldn't even see where the eyes were, but Heimdall felt like he was being stared at, as if he had become a little frog targeted by a poisonous snake.

"Is that the newcomer to leave for me?"

Although he didn't understand what a newcomer was, his intuition told him that it must be a bad thing. Heimdall shrank his neck and moved quietly behind Hollingworth.

"He will be my successor, and perhaps he will be responsible for contacting you in the near future."

What? !Heimdall's little heart screamed, his face still deep and cold.

"I haven't met a young rookie for many years." Basil said reluctantly.

Heimdall refrained from asking "what is a newcomer", because he always felt that once he asked, he would really be a "newcomer".

"If he makes a mistake, leave it to me after you finish the punishment. I have always wanted to expand the army."

In other words, make him a ghost?If Heimdall can't see that these guys are not human at this time, he is so stupid and invincible.

"Well, let's talk about it later."

Until leaving the gloomy cemetery room, walking out of the weird passage, and returning to the hall.The chill that had been lingering all over his body gradually dissipated, but the inexplicable gloom seemed to have invaded the skin, penetrated into the bones and blood, and lingered.

"Should I be punished for doing something wrong?" Heimdall looked at his boss with a worried face. "Haven't we IW abolished corporal punishment?"

Hollingworth gave him a blank look, "Your knowledge is at the same level as an evil spirit with no living memory?!"

"Are they evil spirits?"

"To be precise, they are ghosts, but they were not wizards when they were alive, and they couldn't return to the world after death like wizards. The reason why they can move in the world is because they were summoned by wizards."

"Like summoning dark magic creatures?"

"Your classification is accurate. If you want to classify evil spirits, they are black magic creatures. They are not like ghosts. They have no memory of life, that is, they don't remember what they were like when they were alive, and they don't remember family members, friends, or even ghosts. They don’t even remember themselves, the only thing the summoned evil spirits can remember is the memory instilled in them by the wizard who summoned them.”

The two walked through the hall and walked towards the exit.

"Is that evil spirit you called 'Basil' just now the leader of those people?"

"He was a ruler when he was alive, of course, I mean the Muggle world."

"The ruler looks like he likes to fight."

"He didn't seem to be such a person when he was alive, but after he became an evil spirit, he only remembered how to fight."

If according to Hollingworth's previous statement, this is not the fault of the evil spirit, it should be that the wizard who summoned him wanted him to be that evil spirit.Perhaps, that wizard was someone from the International Federation of Wizards back then, or someone from IW... Heimdall hurriedly threw this question away after thinking about it.

"Which country is the ruler?" Heimdall asked curiously.

"It's not quite right to say he's the king," Hollingworth said. "Do you know Basil II?"

Heimdall shook his head with a confused look on his face. He only knew Qin Shihuang, not Shenma II.

Hollingworth was not surprised, it was normal for wizards not to know Muggle history.

"Basil II, Emperor of Byzantium."

Heimdall was very surprised, he was an emperor, which means that what he wore on his head was not a crown, but a crown.

In the heart of the little clerk Strulusson, only the concept of the emperor of the celestial dynasty was applied to Basil II, and he was shocked by what the emperor said.

"Then what does His Majesty mean by 'newcomers'?" The little clerk was still brooding.

"A long time ago, wizards would summon new evil spirits through dead prisoners to supplement existing evil spirits, but this practice has long been banned."

Heimdall said unnaturally: "Are those of His Majesty's subordinates..."

"Probably, I don't know very well. I'm only in my forties, not four hundred."

Heimdalne cattle, it is wonderful to live in the new age.

The next morning when he left the elevator, he felt that the atmosphere was not right after taking a few steps. It was not yet working hours, there were very few wizards on the floor, and the maintenance management department hadn't even come to change the weather.He walked into the office against the sun that was exactly the same as yesterday, then paused, and froze at the door.

Heimdall rubbed his eyes, and rubbed them again, and after three times he was sure that he was not dazzled.

Turning around suddenly, he quickly looked away, pretending not to know, walked to his small table, put the cloth bag on the table seemingly naturally, and then took care of Musayev's plants as usual.

"You can not see me?"

Heimdall was so frightened that he almost threw the flower pot over.

"Are you talking to me?"

"There is no one else alive here."

Heimdall hurriedly put the flower pot in a safe place, and looked at the ghost that appeared suddenly with a look of surprise.

"Did you go to the wrong department? Ours is the International Wizengamot." Heimdall can tell the other party with certainty that the ghosts never come to them.

"I've been here since I was walking. The last time I came out was 50 years ago."

Heimdall was taken aback for a moment, then his face changed slightly.

"Basil II... um, Your Majesty?" Tried asked.

"We just met yesterday."

Heimdall was speechless, you were so shameless yesterday, where can I go to face Shan.

"I'm afraid you are more familiar with the bricks and tiles here than I am. You continue." Heimdall saw him take off the heavy armor that was full of evil spirits, and wore a black hooded robe that looked like a wizard's cloak. The hat covered his head He still couldn't see his face clearly, and there was a heavy crown on the outside of the hat.The scales on the two arms were not taken off, and they could not be seen hidden in the wide sleeves of the robe. As soon as the two hands were stretched out, drink, the barb... Heimdall quickly turned his eyes away, seeing nothing.

Thinking of Hollingworth's statement about the next successor announced yesterday, could it be that His Majesty the Emperor is here to get close to him?The little clerk Sturluson was a little excited, and was about to say something, but when he turned around, His Majesty had disappeared.